Death. The final act?

Have you ever considered your death? How does it appear to you? 

In dreams, I have died many different ways. However, I have never yet been satisfied how my demise will look through the eye of a camera. Was the angle or lenses the right one or do I look fat puffy or just plain ugly? I have never figured out my good side after all these years in front of a camera.

Once my dream brought me to a high mountain cliff. I was slipping off the edge and my hero came to my rescue and swept me into his arms. Glad I did not die, as he was a good lover in the end. Death interrupted. Picture will not look good as I have bruises on my face.

Another was fighting in a war. Is this my death interrupted again? Now I am the heroine saving men trapped in a cave and I get them out through a tunnel leading into water and save one who can’t swim. My hair has spiders in it. Cut.

Now I am in the middle of a violent ocean storm that sends the boat swirling and tossing. The water soaking me and I have no idea on how to save myself from ending up in the dark water and drowning. I see a light shinning in the distance, tie myself to the wheel and head towards it. Death again interrupted. But now I am soaking wet, not camera ready.

I hope that I will have time for many more dreams and when it is my time to leave, the camera angle will make me look good. Or not.

Will the final act be death or just a move on to new dreams, new acts and new adventures?

When will I be ready for my close up?